A personal blog of this 76 year old gay man retired to Delaware with his long term partner/husband. My life has been and continues to be a fabulous journey. This blog is my humble attempt to memorialize my past and current life. Yes, this blog is all about me. Each of us is unique and has a story to tell. This is my story. Someday it will be a movie. What a life I've had and the adventure continues! I am on of the lucky ones. I'm still here, making waves.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Second Day of Physical Therapy and Other Thoughts

Just returned from my second day of physical therapy for my injured leg. I am so happy because with one day of PT under my belt, they have noticed I can bend my leg more. Exhilarating! Improvement!Each day, progress!

I am still being transported in the back seat of my car. I still cannot sit in the passenger seat of my car because I have to continue to wear my leg brace. That will be the next big step, bending my leg enough that I can sit in the passenger seat of my car. Bill still would have to chauffeur me but at least I can drive up front with the big people.I am so impressed with the physical therapy that I am now receiving. These people know what they are doing and they are so nice. As I mentioned in earlier posts, the last time I had physical therapy on my leg (the other one) was when I was in the Army. I had dislocated my right knee. The physical therapy at that time was Army conducted. Maybe not so nice but they got the job done because I've been walking, running, and jumping on that dislocated knee leg since 1962.This is my goal with my current return to physical therapy for an injured limb. You know, every now and then when I feel myself starting to feel sorry for my self with a "woe is me", I think of those folks who lost limbs at the Boston Marathon. All those soldiers who have lost limbs in that War of Choice in Iraq. Then I think of my situation and think "How lucky I am." Actually, my fall on the ice and subsequent change of life is turning out to be a great learning experience for me. Not only am I grateful that I wasn't injured more seriously, I realize that again, I have dodged a bullet by being more seriously injured. And I am getting well. I am not permanently injured.And something else has significantly changed in my life. I realize how vulnerable I am, how we all are, to just one misstep. Again I thank my lucky stars that I have Bill in my life. Who else, I ask you who else would do for me what Bill has? Who has devoted the past fifty years of his life to caring for me? Sure, Bill and I have had our differences over these past half century but Bill is the one person I know who makes me the number one priority in his life. This isn't to criticize others in my life who are my friends but they have other priorities and I understand that. Thank you Bill for being the chauffeur in my life.

Pat,I like to punch up the narrative with descriptive photos and there are so many available on the Internet. Just takes a little effort. I like to leave my readers with a smile, even when I'm expounding on serious subjects.Ron

Nadege,Oh it is so nice to be able to smile again. Now that I am seeing actual progress in the healing of my leg, more smiles are on the way. And yes, when all is said and done Bill is the one who is always there for me and I for him. That's why we've been together so long. We give each other the freedom to be ourselves but we are always there for each other.Ron

Ron, I am so glad you have each other. My partner, too, is older than I am, yet because of a disease he frequently has to take care of me. I do my best to return the favor when he has his own health struggles, and I think we make a good team. It also never hurts to always say "thank you" or let your partner know how much he means to you; sounds like you do that. ~~~ NB

NB,It is ironic that Bill, at 86, has been thrust into the role of my caregiver these past few years because of my prostate cancer, kidney stones and now leg injury. He gets a little grumpy at times (I don't blame him) but he never fails. And yes, I do thank him, often. He knows how much he means to me.Ron

Dr. Spo,You would like this PT facility. And the personal service I'm receiving from "Rich." I was dreading having to do PT and hoping I wouldn't have too but this has proven to be such a pleasant and valuable experience, I am actually looking forward to going. Sometimes things just work out of the best. Sometimes. (smile).Ron

J'aime bien votre humour . Merci de partager vos pensées ; je lis votre blog tous les jours et depuis plusieurs années .Forgive me not to write in English because I am not very good at it but I totally understand what you write .Nghi

Sweet February

I am a 76 year old gay man who retired to Delaware eleven years ago from Pennsylvania with my partner now husband of 53 years. We left Pennsylvania to escape the ever increasing high taxes for the more tax friendly state of Delaware. Now living on a fixed income supplemented by a part-time job as a front desk agent at a local hotel, we are making the most of our declining years. We've both had a fabulous life but we are slowing down now but still having a wonderful life. This blog I write is partly for my own therapy and to share and make friends with others out there in the universe.